A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Prayer is the weakest struggle and a coward's desperate attempt to escape reality.

It is unreasonable for a young wizard who has not graduated to face dementors. However, they opened the door without any hesitation and led the dementors into the train.

Who do these guys think they are?

The wind became more violent and the rain became more icy.

The dark clouds were stirred by the dementors, forming a huge and terrifying whirlpool in the sky. The world seems to be on the eve of destruction.

Groups of dementors seeped out of the vortex, dripping from the sky like ink. They connected into a giant screen, trying to completely obliterate Rogge from the world.

They danced wildly, whirled, and bared their teeth.

The wind became their throat, roaring like a scream from hell. The sound pierced the eardrums and made people tremble all over.

They destroyed the trees on the roadside, broke the grass on the ground, and eroded the wizard's heart. But the figure under the whirlpool still stood proudly, indifferent to the terror they created.

The vortex turned even more rapidly, and the black funnel swallowed and annihilated the light. The world instantly fell into absolute darkness, with only the jackdaws quietly tearing apart the corpses of the dementors.

The dementors were getting closer and closer to the ground. Marcus and the others could even feel the dementor's cloak passing by their faces.

The mottled claws and endless fear made the prefects desperately seek help from Rogge.

"Roger, save us!"

"It wasn't my idea, I objected! I really objected!"

In the darkness, the cry of the female prefect came. She felt that she was wronged and should not bear such a horrific punishment.

More and more people are shouting and yelling, disowning themselves. It seemed that no one made the decision to open the car door, but the Dementor got in by himself.

As the president of the student union, Percy didn't speak. He also wanted to ask Rogge for help. Even if he wanted to hold them accountable, he could go back to school.

But he understands Rogge's character better. Once he makes a mistake, he will be punished. The murderous intent in Rogge's eyes was definitely not false. If they were not students, they might have become dead souls under Rogge's wand.

"Raven." Rogge called softly, and the silver guardian angel flew lightly and landed firmly on his master's shoulder.

In the darkness, it is the only light. Even looking at it is reassuring.

Rogge looked up, black ink dripping from his head. Countless dementors stared at him, but cowered.

The rain gradually condensed into ice fronts, making a rustling sound when it hit the ground.

At some point, he had put away the wand, replaced by two fireballs in his hand.

The fireball was held by Rogge, and the energy contained in it distorted the surrounding air. The darkness was driven out in an instant, and the red firelight made the ice and rain look strangely beautiful.

The dementors lingered, not daring to fall rashly. But they were still surrounding him and refused to leave.

It wasn't until they felt the magic power of the fluctuations in the fireball that the group began to fluctuate. The originally impenetrable black curtain now cracked open, revealing glimmers of light.

Rogge's eyes flashed and he instantly stepped into the air. The wings of Daedalus quietly bloomed on his back, shining with endless silver light.

The formation of the dementors was instantly in chaos. They looked at the wizard in the sky and fell into confusion. The barren heads of these monsters had never seen a wizard with wings, and they fell silent one by one.

Rogge turned into a bolt of lightning and quickly rushed into the enemy group. He had a strong figure and skillfully avoided the dementors' claws. The soaked shirt clung to his arms, and his strong muscle lines were vaguely visible in the refraction of the ice rain.

The fireball hit the Dementor, and the pure fire element instantly caused a violent explosion. The dementors that were hit had no bones left on the spot, and those who were lucky enough to escape were blown away because their limbs were mutilated by the explosion.

Rogge turned around and rushed out, standing proudly in the air. In front of him, those dementors were as tiny as ants.

The so-called fear is just a lack of power. Now, the ones who really need to understand fear are these dementors who are fleeing in panic.

The raven was like a silver flying sword. Every time it flashed, one dementor lost its life. The masses and wisps of black mist emerging from them are like bewitching flowers, showing the beauty of death.

The Dementor looked towards the sky in horror, looking at the god-like enemy. The wings of Daedalus flapped rhythmically, and the airflow rolled up by the wing tips shattered countless ice rains.

The crystal flashes of light complemented the light spots cast by the raven, illuminating the dark battlefield and reflecting Rogge's unyielding heroic appearance.

In this dream-like scene, Rogge is like a god of murder, implanting fear deeply into the hearts of the dementors.

Suddenly, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the clouds dispersed.

The golden light of the sun penetrated the dark clouds and fell on him.

The little wizard in the train looked out through the window and saw dementors falling from the air.

"It's a lie, it's a lie..."

Rogge stood in the sky, golden light and darkness intertwined, making him look like a god and a devil.

Those waving wings are surrounded by infinite momentum. The flying raven is like a sharp sword that cuts through all darkness.

Behind him, the dark clouds parted.

In front of him, the ground was filled with golden light.

At this moment, he became the master of heaven and earth. At this moment, he was like an eternal monument. At this moment, he was imprinted in people's hearts.

"Are today's students so strong?" Lu Ping stared at the shocking scene outside the window in stunned silence, unable to close his mouth in surprise for a long time.

He stared at the kid named Roger... No! He can no longer be called a child, he must be treated as a wizard.

After a while, Lu Ping finally calmed down and came back to his senses.

He stared closely at the fireball in Rogge's hand, thinking secretly: "What kind of spell is this?"

The dementors affected by the fireball technique fell one after another, and even in the puddle, the flames remained.

The power of this flame is amazing, but it is different from the violence of Li Huo. What's more, it's the second magic known to work against Dementors, besides the Patronus.

"Professor, do you want to go out?" Harry asked with concern.

Lupine nodded. Since the students on the train were no longer in danger, he naturally wanted to go out to help.

His God-calling Guard cannot be compared with the raven in the sky, but it can help Rogge fight against possible dangers when he is exhausted. This is also the key role of the wizard's assistant in a duel.

"Don't get out of the car." Lu Ping warned and hurried to the front of the car.

The first carriage had been reduced to rubble, leaving only the floor and a group of miserable and miserable prefects.

Lupine sighed, roughly understanding why the dementors were able to get into the train.

Don’t these idiots know how to ask him? If not, you can also wait for notification from the school or the Ministry of Magic. Believing in dementors is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger, which is really stupid.

Lu Ping frowned and his tone was slightly cold: "You guys, go in first."

Everyone looked at each other, but did not dare to agree. Rogge's battle with the Dementors just now, or a more accurate term massacre, really frightened them.

They cowered and remained silent.

"Professor, just wait a moment," Percy whispered.

Lupine remained noncommittal and left them alone. He looked up and saw that there were no more Dementors left in the sky.

The dementors seemed to have seen the devil from the abyss and fled in panic.

However, how could Roger let them leave so easily!

He and Jessica had been in Azkaban for eleven years, and what they hated most were these dementors.

They are not dark creatures that existed from the beginning, but tools specifically created by wizards to kill.

A few centuries ago, the North Sea was inaccessible, and the Azkaban Castle located in it was even unknown to the world.

Eccridis experimented with dark magic in his castle. In addition to capturing, trapping, and torturing Muggles for fun, he also conducted horrific experiments.

No one knows how many Muggles he killed, and when the Ministry of Magic discovered the place, the entire Azkaban castle was filled with pain and despair.

The entire building has become the best breeding ground for Dementors to survive, and their population continues to multiply and expand. Some wizards once proposed destroying the place, but they faced strong resistance.

After all, these ugly guys could be used as guards, saving the Ministry of Magic time, trouble, and expense.

As for the cost, they don't care.

Former Minister Diggory tried to shut down Azkaban, but experts claim that the only reason the Dementors were confined to the island was because they received a steady supply of souls. If deprived of prisoners, they would likely abandon prison and head to the mainland.

Looking at the dead dementors in front of me, there is no doubt that the expert should be thrown into Azkaban to feed the dementors. As for the minister, he was inexplicably infected with dragon pox and died.

Rogge closed his eyes slightly. In the dark prison for more than ten years, he and his mother Jessica did not dare to have any happy emotions.

They suppressed their hearts and endured unimaginable pain. If it weren't for each other's support, they might have become lifeless zombies.

Today, it’s just about collecting some interest. That dark castle will eventually be shattered into powder by him.